My time in Dubai is usually characterised by a fleeting visit within 36 hours or less as a stopover between Australia and Europe. Earlier this year I was invited out to explore Dubai at greater length over a week-long stay and as someone who has a significant amount of respect for Moroccan pastries and their ability to both overpower me with sweetness yet still come back asking for more, it was an opportunity too good to pass up. These are my memories. It looks like I just arrived in Dubai but rather, this was the last photo I took. I’m somewhere between amazed at the ability of mankind to erect structures in the middle of the desert and create a city – and – beffudled by it all. This was actually the first photo I took in Dubai (or rather, my brother who I was travelling with took it for me). My brother and I have a really strong bond and although he is 11 years younger than me, he and I have the best time abroad. I was thirteen years old when I first travelled o...